Song Without End #amwriting

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Song Without End

He’s gone again.

Not gone, gone, because he’d never leave his prized Fender.

He might be drinking at the pub or smoking the funny weed, looking for lyrics in the stars. He might be playing the ivories at Dixon’s for some sweet young thing, he’d tell me about later. “It doesn’t mean anything.” And sadly enough I’d know it’s true.

The music, when it finally curls through the house like a seductive spell, will be transcendent, the lyrics poignantly in love.

With me.

Days after, frenetic passion, until sated, then the moment motions for him to find a different chord.


end 6/29/2018

Sascha Darlington

45 thoughts on “Song Without End #amwriting

      1. I’m thinking any artist who’s life revolves around their art would be difficult… 😉

      1. Don’t know if you saw my reply. But it came back as Margaret Atwood. I unfortunately haven’t read her–yet–(I have Handmaid’s Tale on hold), so I don’t know if that’s even close.

  1. There’s a lot of love coming through very clearly from the main character for this guy. I’m rooting for them both but it seems a complex relationship.

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